B-Class Hunter Choi Garam — Lover Play (1)
Time passed, and the gates that had been erupting indiscriminately across the Seoul area finally settled down.
"Ah, it's full-on winter now."
"Tell me about it."
The season had shifted from autumn into a winter where blizzards bloomed like flowers.
And winter always brought the same job with it.
"Taejin, let's spread the de-icer and sweep."
"...Yes, sir."
Snow removal. Naturally it was part of the security duties, so Taejin came straight out with de-icer and a broom in hand.
"Ugh, why is the sky dumping garbage on us..."
"Says the guy who never even went to the military."
For the record, I never did serve. More precisely, as a kid from a single-parent household who couldn't keep the family afloat, I'd been stamped with a full exemption.
That was the reality. Even in the Great Gate Era, South Korea still hauled people off into the army. Sure, plenty of people awakened there and caused incidents no one could put into words — but for someone living on the civilian side like me, that was hardly relevant.
Anyway, never having served might make it sound like snow removal was brand new to me. Surprisingly, it wasn't.
"Huh. You're better at this than I expected?"
"I did a lot of it at part-time jobs."
Part-time work in the Great Gate Era ran half like the military, so a little snow clearing was nothing new. Watching Taejin handle the de-icing so smoothly, the senior guard decided they'd hired well.
They kept at the snow for a while.
"Whew — let's take a break."
Working hard enough to break a sweat in this freezing cold, the senior guard called for a short rest. Somewhere he'd managed to scrounge up warm canned coffee, and the two of them stood drinking it and talking.
"Ugh, I'm dying. Can't we just buy a snowplow truck already..."
"They'll say people are cheaper than the maintenance, I bet."
"Damn it..."
Honestly, it was the kind of conversation that went nowhere. The senior was older, and the cold had him shivering hard. Me? Raising my physical stats had left me largely unaffected by outside temperatures.
Which is why—
"More importantly, aren't you cold? You're practically in short sleeves."
"I've always run hot."
"Fair enough."
I swept snow in something close to short sleeves. We kept trading pointless banter and clearing the ground for a while longer.
—Brrring!
"What the—?"
A phone rang from the senior's pocket. He answered it.
"What?! My wife has abdominal pain?! Yes, yes! I'm on my way!"
Something serious had clearly come up.
"Taejin, I'm heading out first. Just hang on until someone else gets here!"
"Of course. Go to your wife right away."
"Thanks!"
Watching the senior vanish at light speed, Taejin thought to himself:
Haah... how long is this going to take me alone.
Today's work was going to be rougher than usual.
After that, Taejin spent a long stretch sweeping snow off the ground, scattering de-icer on the packed spots — putting on a full strongman show just to clear the white stuff.
Of course—
"I can't do any more..."
Working alone, he couldn't cover that much ground. Barely two people's worth, if he was generous. Even that was only possible because his stamina had gone up; without it, it would have been hopeless.
Once he'd roughly finished the high-traffic areas, he made it back to the security office and found another senior already changed and ready to head out.
"Oh, Taejin. I was just about to leave."
"I got the main roads done. The next shift can handle the rest."
"You've been working hard."
"No, no. If your wife's pregnant, you've got to go."
The senior's face lit up with undisguised relief. Who would want to shovel snow in this weather? Grateful, he made Taejin a cup of hot chocolate.
Not a bad feeling, honestly. All that was left was to sit until clock-out.
What about the recycling? After finishing the snow removal for everyone, that much could wait for the next shift. That wasn't wishful thinking — it was half an unspoken rule among the guards. If the previous shift had it rough, the next one picked up a little extra. Nothing extreme, just a decent quiet understanding.
So he waited for quitting time a little longer.
Hmm. Sitting around like this is boring. Might as well start looking properly.
Taejin got up, deciding it was time to get to work — not ordinary security work, but the kind tied to Sexual Processing Duty.
More precisely:
It's about time I went after a B-class Hunter.
The B-class Hunters he hadn't touched yet. He hadn't managed it so far — partly no time, partly because a quick skim had shown how few B-class residents there even were. Fewer people who needed Sexual Processing Duty than expected. So he hadn't bothered hunting them down until now, but a dead stretch like this was perfect for it.
He pulled out his phone, opened the Security Guard App, and started looking for candidates for Sexual Processing Duty. Scrolling, reading profiles house by house for a while—
Hmm. No filter function or anything?
He was getting tired of hunting by color tags alone, so he checked for convenience features.
Oh? When did this get added?
A filter function had appeared at some point — free real estate. He set it to B-class women only.
Yeah, the numbers drop hard starting at B-class.
It felt like catching even a fragment of the gap between C-class and B-class. Limiting it to women shrank the pool further, sure, but it was still less than a quarter of the C-class count. If B-class was this sparse, he didn't even want to think about A-class and S-class. He'd be seeing those two plenty later; no need to dig them up now.
Filtering for B-class, he kept searching until he found the right one.
【B-Class Choi Garam's Residence】
Sexual Processing Duty Required
Execute Sexual Processing Duty?
[Yes] / [No]
One of the few B-class Hunters in the Hunter Apartment with Sexual Processing Duty available. And at the same time—
She's that MeTuber famous for gate-clearing content.
A seriously big influencer.
After the world reorganized itself around Hunters, they naturally became the top of the food chain. Monsters who could go toe-to-toe with nations — of course they did. But not every Hunter sat on that throne. Usually it was the otherworldly S-class monsters who ruled, while A-class and B-class didn't quite reach that height.
So instead of dominating, they moved toward connecting with ordinary people — something like the public faces of the Hunter world. And the field they flooded most was broadcast media: TV and the like. The most influential of those platforms was still MeTube, which had already been at its peak even before the Hunter era.
Among the MeTube channels run by Hunters, only a handful ranked as the most popular in Korea. The standout among them:
She ran all kinds of content, but mostly it was a beautiful Hunter clearing gates, or...
Holy shit, she does monster mukbang content too?
Cooking and eating freshly killed monsters — that kind of otherworldly food content. And the place she lived was—
Our apartment?
This very Hunter Apartment. Honestly, it made sense. Few complexes had security and facilities this good. There might have been others once, but by now this place was practically unique.
Anyway, for someone with one of the top channels in the country, living in Korea's best Hunter apartment tracked. Which made the next part even harder to understand.
Why does someone like her need sexual relief?
How was a person like this even eligible for Sexual Processing Duty? She could pick a few guys and be done with it, no problem. Taejin felt the strangeness of it — but he refused to get trapped by common sense.
Well, she's probably just too busy.
Of course she would be. Someone at that level would have a schedule packed solid. Thinking that, he decided to sit with it a little longer. Not that he lacked the fantasy of sleeping with a famous influencer—
But the more famous she is, the more careful I have to be.
Famous people demanded extra caution. That was Taejin's take.
So first, let's dig up some info on Choi Garam.
At least he should know what kind of person she was. He searched her name online, and the results told him exactly why she was a Sexual Processing Duty target.
Yeah. With creeps like these around, never dating — never even holding a hand — tracked perfectly.
And at the same time:
Should I even touch this?
If he got caught, he was completely screwed.
Taejin was seriously torn on what to do.